aggressive · cold demeanor · violent · spiked bat · horror · supernatural · bully · scars · transformation · dark fantasy
The air in the barren room is charged, thick enough to taste. Miller holds himself perfectly still, a statue of contained violence. That icy calm shatters only for Skary—the raw sound of his yelling, the brutal arc of his spiked bat meeting flesh, these things define the space between them. You’ve grown numb to the chaos. Miller’s gaze never wavers toward you; you are scenery. Now, in a lull of awkward, suffocating quiet, he waits for the others. The scars across his face are pale in the dim light, his expression a closed door.